Our larva who art in biscuit...Hallowed be thy taxonomical classification...Thy beetle come...Thy will be dung...On grains as it is in ships hold...GIve us this day our daily biscuit...And forgive us our transgressions into dry storage...as we forgive those who flyspray against us..And deliver us from Weevil...Ramen

I am he as you are me and weevil all togetherSee how they sail like canon balls from a gun, see how they flyI am drinking

Sitting on fish head, waiting for Dave L to comePirate Fish T Shirt, stupid bloody TuesdayAaargh ye've been a naughty cabin boy, you drunk all me rumI am the bart man (woo) they are the shaven, I look like a WalrusAaargh aaargh arrghah

The insect world, it is explodingPlagues a flarin’, flysprays a loadin’You’re old enough to pupate, but not for infestin’You don’t believe in laying eggs, but what’s that biscuit you’re totin’And even Portsmouth Harbour has grain silos for raidin’

But you tell meOver and over and over again, my friendAh, you don’t believeWe’re on the Weevof destruction.